There’s nothing like a revision letter to make you feel like you can’t write.
Yes, yes, I know I rather demonstratively *can* write, and I don’t need any reassurances on the subject, it’s just that revision letters always make me feel like I might as well just fling the book into a pit and myself after it, since obviously I’m incapable of communicating what I was trying and the story is a failure and so on and so forth, even when the revisions are really fairly minor, dealing almost exclusively with motivational issues.
Actually, I think a good chunk of what frustrates me is I felt like I’d nailed motivation in this manuscript, and apparently I didn’t do it nearly as well as I thought I had. Despite the above, I didn’t really have a lot of sulk going on with this particular revision letter, but I keep having bits of it pop up into my head and derail me (“Your main character lost my sympathy,” is sort of the antithesis of what you want to have in your brain when you’re trying to do your five minutes of yoga meditation).
Writing is hard.